It's the little things

[gominokouhai]

Three LJ posts in the last 24 hours (now four)... so, yeah, as you might have gathered, I've had a couple of drinks.

I just popped out to the 24-hour shop at the top of the street. It was devoid of apparent habitation. This is okay: they get the staff to do stocking-up and other such (tiresomely working-class) pursuits when it's late at night. Nonetheless, they're supposed to be available at the check-out counter when I want them to be. It's their job, and I expect them to be there when... well, when I expect them to be there. It's their job, and so on.

I stood at the unattended---
---nay, deserted---
check-out counter,
waiting,
for a full fifteen seconds,
and then
bellowed:
``SHOP!!!''

...and, miracle of miracles, the shop assistant somehow magically emerged, instantly, from some bizarre non-Euclidean shopspace and proceeded to serve me.

This is the first time that shouting ``shop'' has ever worked (and admittedly, I nicked the phrase from Compo in Last of the Summer Wine). This time it worked. And it worked marvellously, although I suppose you had to be there.

I'm feeling very smug about this, understandably. I can cause Scotmid employees to be competent using only the power of The Voice. Wonder if I can get people to give me money?